ON MOTHER'S DAY

From Heavens above, my maid Dahi, was a wonderful gift I got.

What's unconditional love, by practising it; she easily us taught.

Bathed me, combed my hair and even bands for me, bought.

Climb trees she would; and fruits like gauva n custard-apple for me she got.

Or from her own money, green mangoes n berries for me, she bought.

Remember I, feasting on baked dry bombay-ducks n rotla, for me she brought.

From our garden big, collect she would, my favorite "bor" berries n got.

To protect my pet hens n their eggs, with others, she actually fought.

On the way, carrying me over puddles; what love was, me she taught.

For me she would warm food, because I would enjoy it hot.

Many times my Mom remark would, before your arrival, excited she got.

Bless her O Lord in Heaven, n her keep in Your arms. For this gift, I thank You a lot.

Armin Dutia Motashaw